I heard that only good wine can make people drunk, so he said that deliberately to please others.
The wine is on the table, so you must want to drink it.
Fu Huaiyi naturally noticed it as well, so he opened a bottle of white wine and poured him a small glass.
"Try this. If you're afraid of getting drunk, let's drink it in a small cup."
"Well, thank you, Brother Fu."
The white one was much stronger. Fu Huaiyi boasted to him about where the wine was produced and how difficult it was to make.
If it were the planned economy a dozen years ago, ordinary people would want to get a wine ticket.
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